fandomtownies | Graduation Brunch: The Park, Sunday, mid-morning to mid-afternoon

A banner, the letters wrapped with fresh spring flowers, hung from the trees, spelling out CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2009! No missing letters or anything.

Spread out across the park were plenty of tables and chairs, some under the shade of picnic shelters, some out on the grass in the sunshine. For those who felt like getting back to nature, there were even red and white checked blankets spread out in a few areas for old-fashioned picnic-y goodness. Lack of ants not guaranteed.

The long table that ran along next to the picnic shelters was laden with a vast ~~moddable~~ array of traditional brillig-y food, including fruit, veggie snacks, breakfast pastries, sandwiches for the especially hungry or those who arrived more toward the unch end of brunch, and a wide variety of J,GoB-catered desserts. Drinks included coffee, tea, juices and soft drinks, and while there were plates provided, there were also wee picnic-basket-shaped trays for carrying things back to your seat, wherever that might be.

A space had been cleared for dancing, if people cared to do more than just listen to the light music being played through the speakers, and there was also an area set aside for outdoor games of croquet, horseshoes, or frisbee.

Everybody's welcome. Come celebrate with the Class of '09!

[OOC: ~~Wait for the OCD. Don't make Eliza Doolittle have to cut a bitch.~~ OPEN! And no one had to get cut! It's a good day!]

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"A discussion between men that you don't need to worry about, witchling," Troy said calmly.

"It's nothing, Savannah," Benicio said calmly. "But you and I have some business to discuss before I make my leave."

Oh, yeah. Not smart Troy. Johnny sent a small-ish fireball speeding fast for his face.

"Will that discussion include the price you offered me to leave her alone?" he asked Benicio.

Every muscle in Savannah's body tensed and she removed her hand from Johnny's so she didn't run the risk of hurting him.

"Excuse me?" Her voice had emptied of any emotion at all as she searched Johnny's face and then turned quickly darkening eyes on Benicio. "You. Did. What?"

Troy knew better than cause a scene in public -- and at a high school no less -- so all he did in response to the fireball was flick his fingers and deflect it harmlessly away.

"Perhaps we should go back to my hotel room and talk, Savannah," Benicio said. "This is a matter that we should discuss in private."

It was obvious that he meant that Johnny wasn't invited, but he doubted Savannah was going to accept that after the kid had opened his mouth and made him look bad in front of her.

Well, yeah. Benicio was a jackass.

When Savannah had looked at him, his face had been open and honest, and most of all trustworthy.

"It's not going to happen, Benicio," he said as he stood slowly to face the man. "Anything you want to discuss with her includes me. But you are right about one thing: this is not the place for it." He glanced at Troy. "Why don't you send your boy toy here to get some ice cream or something. He's starting to piss me off."

She would have never doubted Johnny. Never. She had only looked at him when he said it to make sure she had heard him correctly.

Savannah was so angry that she could feel herself trembling slightly. She swallowed, trying to get herself under control as she stood up. She stepped to Johnny's side and laced her fingers through his. She did this for two reasons. One, she needed to show that he was right, they were a package deal and what concerned her, concerned him. Two, she needed Johnny's strength to anchor her right now and keep her from doing something she would really regret.

"Johnny is right, Benecio," Savannah said. Her voice was still devoid of emotion which was a bad sign to anyone that knew her at all. "What you have to say to me includes him. He comes with me, or you can take yourself and Troy right the hell home right now."

Benecio sighed and then nodded "All right. My suite, one hour."

He was really not pleased with Johnny at the moment. Had it been necessary for him to drop that on her like this?

Johnny held tight to her hand and kept his gaze locked on Benicio. He wouldn't budge. Nothing the man could do could upset his and Savannah's relationship.

"See ya," he said, his tone dry.

"Oh, and Troy," Savannah said in a quiet voice when the other two men started to walk away.

"Yeah, witchling?"

"You ever upset my husband enough that he sends a fireball at your face again and this time there won't be holding back. I will throw you through the wall instead on into it."

Troy didn't respond except for a stiffening of his shoulders at his threat and followed his boss out of the park.

Damn high school setting.

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